Seeing his photograph, I can begin to understand what a void Gulliver's passing brought into your life. He is adorable; and he must have been such a buddy! We are so fortunate to have the honor of spending a few years in the company of such as Gulliver. I hope your heart heals in the warmth of the love you two eternally share.
What a beautiful cat! I'm sure he was just as beautiful on the inside! How old was he when he crossed the bridge? I'd love to hear more about him, if that's not too painful for you to talk about.
Gulliver was a very beautiful cat. Hold him in your heart and remember the good times. I know I will never forget the ones that I have lost in the past two years, Willy, Sarah, Zander, Benny, Andy and my beloved dog Thor. They will always live in my heart.
One night at about 2:00 a.m. in Alaska, Mike and I were awakened by the phone. It was a friend of mine from school (I was in college then) and she was near hysterical. She had gone to a college party at one of the frat houses, and the drunken idiots had decided it would be a good idea to drown a mother cat and her 3 kittens (for a lark!) Jackie had managed to save the kittens, the mother was dead, and she had no idea what to do with the babies. We were in the middle of a nasty storm, but my hubby, bless his heart, drove me to Anchorage to pick up the precious cargo.
When we got home and unwrapped the package, there were three of the cutest babies I have ever seen. A black female, a black and white male and a silver tabby- not even 2 days old. They were wet and shivering, and I plugged in my high intensity lamp and we rubbed them briskly trying to get them to come back to life. I mixed up the formula and then it was feedings at 2 hour intervals, we brought in the whelping box, piled it high with soft cloths and plugged in pet heating pads to compensate for what they lost in body heat.
Over the course of the next few days, the female died but the two males thrived. Even before his eyes were opened, the silver tabby was always exploring, climbing up over the top of the box looking for Mike or myself, prompting us to name him Gulliver. His brother was named Norton, and they were two of the 5 animals that we took with us when we moved here to Oregon.
Gulliver and Nortie both, gave us such pleasure. Gulliver was 6 when he died. He had contracted a cold and it moved to his lungs and became pnuemonia and even though he was in an oxygen tent, they ultimately couldn't save him. Kind of ironic that the cold that he experienced in his infancy, turned out to be his demise.
You can never forget those you love. I am one that understands the meaning of losing a dear one(human or nonhuman). I am sure that Gulliver is remembering the day you saved him and loves you from Heaven. You can have several animals, but never forget them when they die because each had his or her way of loving you. He was a beautiful cat.
When we first got Gulliver and Nortie, they were 2 DAYS old, not 2 weeks old. (Sorry my brain forgot). Mike read the post and pointed out the error and also came up with this photo. If you look really carefully you will see Nortie's nose peeking out.
Oh Hissy...what a doll you were to take on those tiny babies!! I would have tried to save them too! But you did such a great job!!! I know Gulliver is in heaven, and he probably has flavors of cat food up there, that the cats here on earth have no IDEA about!!!